The dumbfounded thunderstruck dark
hides thin fingers unwinding the luck.

Heavy, his eyelids dream
on her forehead
the child never born.

The bell easily shakes their breasts
and becomes mute.

In the sky
his tear swings inside
of a silver boat.

The naked branches surround them.

Groping on the soul’s steps
behindhand themselves wanders
the angel’s silent wonder.